#write blogging

The warmth i’m kissed by has begun to feel painfully temporary, a lifetime turned an era turned a moment. While dreams plague my wondering mind I hold on to the feeling of what’s it’s lips felt like. The now used to burn me but the pink tissue eventually faded as the sky filled with a million colors with promises of a life to be lived. I fear missing the sun so I sing with the birds, a song of love and sadness and expectancy. what once was, is and will continue to be, presuming you allow it to.

Observe.

Look in front of you at whom may be the only other person in the room. Is that your target? Is that the person you want to love? Observe their movement. Acknowledge the differences in their behaviour. Are they changed around you? Are they showing you some sides of them no one has seen before? Observe the insignificant concerns, and their means of doing so. Smile back, always. How attentive are they? Very? You’re busy. Ask for something, an item. Will they cause any disturbance or will they carefully, place the said object in a near, convenient space? Admire whichever. Will they go out of their way for you? Do they notice any petulance in your mood? How about all of them? Do they ask what’s wrong, or what matter caused any of your emotions? Do they feel like they should explain themselves? Do they initiate a conversation?

This part of the story includes a prompt from @givethispromptatry check out the original prompt here.   TW: Blood, hinting at death. "Something on your mind?" Kate asked, looking over to me, "You've been staring a lot."

"I'm just trying to make sure I remember this." 

She laughed, "Well, I know I always will."

"Good. I'm glad." After a moment I added, " And Kate

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Kate didn't realize she was crying until there was a large blotchy tear over the bloodstain. Sometimes she would flip through the old book to remember. She missed her love so much. 

Every night Kate would fall asleep crying. Whispering her sorrys to all those she let down. Even among the villains, Kate was the worst. She once had a life she was happy with, but that all changed. The only thing Kate had left of her old happiness was the story her partner had been writing. She loved looking at these memories, the thoughts from their head with the strange ways they titled things. Kate wished beyond anything she still had her family. 

I am no coward, your threatening tone does not frighten me-

The dogs are locked into cages

That are too small

Cold, harsh

Unloved, unattended

  They bark

They howl

They cry

They whine

  Loudly.

They are all I can hear.

They want to escape

Into the real world

Into reality,

Where they can be noticed

Be alive.

Because this isn’t living

  I stare into their eyes

There are no irises,

No pupils.

Instead, they are filled with a small flame

That turns into a massive fire

All they see is this fire

All they hear is this fire

All they are is this fire.

  I get burned.

Still, I remain silent

Still, I remain afraid of the consequences

I become the fire.

  Everything I touch burns with me,

My world is consumed with this flame

Flesh is melting.

I become disfigured

  As my world dies

I finally have had enough.

I open the cages

And I am afraid.

But at this point the fire scares me more

  As they are let out, no longer are they on fire,

No longer is there any fire.

They are free and so am I.

  I am still left disfigured,

But my skin begins to heal overtime.

It will always be scarred, though

  These scars are not only physical